#Her fluffy hair slays me!

[lune-fox]

Can’t exactly make a bird man in the sims 4 so please forgive me guys

+ Bonus!! The sillies ever

Lots of different CC creators but the main ones are:

-Hair: ClumsyAlien (Princess) & JohnnySims (Bird Man)

-Skin Overlays: Northern Siberia Winds (Princess) + I can’t remember the name but the cas icons have “maxis” (Bird Man)

-Princess’s Dress: Miiko

-Misc: GoppolsMe, Obscurus, S-Club (Tiara)

[pseudowho]

"Hey! Nanamin, Mrs.Nanamin?"

You and Kento looked up at Yuuji from your places on the sofa; you, with your cross-stitch and your tongue between your teeth, and Kento looking over his newspaper and reading glasses. Yuuji dried his hands, having washed the final dish.

He grinned, ruffling stray bubbles into the back of his hair, and tapped away on his phone. Kento's phone buzzed, and he picked it up, looking at the screen.

"It's my birthday next week--"

"--dont worry, Yuuji, we know--"

"--and I'm just gonna have a little party in the Jujutsu High forest. Gojo says it's okay, thought you two could come along. I've qjust sent you the deets."

As Yuuji walked off to his room, you looked up at Kento, who read the invitation in increasing confusion, a dismayed little hum rumbling out of his throat.

"What? What is it?" You asked around the needle pinched between your teeth, leaning closer to peer at Kento's phone.

"The party..." Kento hummed.

"...the party...?"

"Apparently it's going to be 'dank'."

"Oh...sounds unsanitary."

Kento hummed again. "Quite. Though perhaps if we bring our best 'rizz', Yuuji thinks the party will be 'bussin'. Even better, if our outfits 'slay', he'll be 'highkey' excited."

You frowned, then scoffed, calling down the hallway.

"Hey, Yuuji? This invitation..."

"Yeah?" He shouted back, "What about it?"

"Have you had a stroke?"

Yuuji laughed, unabashed, and walked out in his pyjamas, grinning. "Nah, for real for real, it'll be great. No cap."

You and Kento looked at Yuuji like he'd grown an extra head. Yuuji laughed again, and got a glass of water before bidding them goodnight, scoffing as he went into his room;

"Millennials."

You and Kento sat in stunned silence in the lamplight. Kento looked at your cross-stitch and fluffy socks. He felt his reading glasses on his head, his newspaper forgotten in his lap, and you seemed to be thinking the same, before asking him in quiet horror:

"Kento...are--are we old?"

Another dismayed hum, from beside you.

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The 20th of March arrived; a balmy spring evening. The sun was setting as you and Kento approached the forest at Jujutsu High, seeing the flicker of flames in a great firepit, hearing music and laughter, and clinking glass.

Panda tossed bottles of drink across the floating crowd; Maki and Megumi caught theirs seamlessly, and Nobara fumbled hers to the tune of laughter, her eye patch replacing her depth perception.

The birthday boy bustled around, accepting claps on the back, gifts and well-wishes, his hair turned coral in the dying sun. He looked up as you and Kento approached, looking happier still.

Yuuji softened at Kento's smile, accepting a gift with the promise of 'more at home'. Kento patted Yuuji on the shoulder, looking him up and down.

"Looking good, Yuuji. On fleek."

Yuuji faltered, unsure. "Oh, on...?"

Kento turned to you, only marginally irritated when Gojo joined your group. As the conversation grew between you, Kento and Gojo, Yuuji looked more and more sidelined, eventually fumbling for his phone, his trusty translator.

"Went to talk to the higher-ups today--

"Ugh! Adulting."

"-- legit. Looked over their new hashtag 'Student Protection Policies', and they were so fucking basic--"

You and Kento scoffed as Gojo continued, and Yuuji listened on, flicking through the glossary of his mind.

"--so yeah anyway, cheeky humblebrag, but when they told me I couldn't argue, I told them that they'd die of old age before they got a good policy out. Solid clapback, I feel."

You and Kento scoffed, sipping your drinks, answering; "Savage"-- "Woke up ready to throw shade, huh."

The party went on, and Yuuji found himself overhearing more and more of Kento's conversations. Yuuji had a growing list of words on his phone, and increasingly looked at Kento as if he'd been replaced by another man.

Yuuji looked down at his phone, scrolling through the list; he had no answers. He still had no idea what time 'Leet o'clock' was, he'd been called 'dude' at least seven times, and he had lost a game that he hadn't even known he was participating in.

Kento turned back to Yuuji, smiling again at his disgruntled expression, thanking him; "Party's lit, Yuuji. Having fun?"

As Yuuji opened his mouth to argue, you approached, grinning at Yuuji and looping your arm through Kento's; "You alright kiddo? Looking a bit shook."

"I-- what? I don't--"

Kento leaned in to you, talking lowly in your ear; "Just been schooling this boy on the appropriate vernacular. I like to think I'm winning."

You laughed, delighted. "Weird flex but okay."

You melded back into the party ("Oh my god! Megumi's puppers! C'mere boy, who's a good doggo..."), and Yuuji fizzled at Kento, pugnacious.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

Kento looked at Yuuji with absolute innocence. Yuuji puffed his cheeks out, putting his phone away and stabbing a finger at Kento.

"I'll get you back for this. Just 'cos you two are old."

Kento scoffed again, the barest smirk on his lips. "We're not old. You're just a baby."

"Yeah, yeah, Nanamin. Tell me that again when you stop taking two ibuprofen in the morning 'just in case'."

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A cheeky Millennials and Gen Z love letter, written absolutely tongue-in-cheek

[ddoxhan]

all I wanna do

like a rain shower in midsummer, I need you cuz all I wanna do is be with you

word count : 5.3k words

genre : fluff revolving around two goofballs; scriptwriter! ningning x office worker! reader; experiencing a disastrous date won't stop you from planning the best date for the love of your life

t/w : none :)

a/n : a light-hearted, playful date with ms ning yizhuo! imagine her laughters throughout the entire thing and just seeing how happy she is being with you 🤍 I love this baby so much :') anyways enjoy !!

outfit? check. water bottles? check. portable fan? check. power bank? check. umbrella? check. snacks for your pretty girlfriend? check. after that disastrous date with yizhuo last time, you were traumatized hence the over-the-board preparation for today's date with her. you had planned a lot of events for the day, hoping that she would be surprised with how you made sure things were to go according to plan. her reactions are just the cutest and no one can tell you otherwise.

regardless of whether it was going to rain, or if you lose her in a crowd as her phone dies, or if she gets incredibly hungry that she's in the mood to murder you. yes, that was how the entire date went the last time when you two headed for a mini concert in the outskirts. just thinking about it again sent chills down your spine. never again, you thought.

as you take a step out of your apartment, that annoying ringtone informed you of who the caller was.

"yeah, babe?"

'on the way? or you just woke up and getting ready to throw on just anything?'

"missy, I'm slaying my fit of the year. and yes, I'm on my way. maybe in another thirty minutes?"

'okay, missy. sounds good to me, see you then babe!'

"love you."

'love you too!'

her voice got softer, as usual walking away from her phone to do her own things. she usually lets you end the call, either you'd end it while chuckling at her antics or listening a little longer to hear her humming a song that's on her 36th spotify playlist.

the sun was shining, the clouds were fluffy, and the bus just passed by the stop before heading for yours. was it more than enough time for you to make it? sure, but, that was if you ran for it. you were definitely not waiting for the next one that was going to be in the next 15 minutes.

the run wasn't too bad, giving you a chance to try out your new pair of sneakers. definitely not made for running, but they were sure looking amazing with your outfit. yizhuo had gotten them for you when you had finished that torturing physics paper one semester ago but you couldn't get yourself to wear them. she insisted that you wore it after she saw them in a new display box you got for it when she slept over after spending hours playing animal crossing with you.

'jagi, didn't I get those for you?'

'yep.'

'wear them when we go on a date next week.'

'but-'

'no buts.'

so that was how you were striding in these slides. they made you a little taller, which was the perfect height to pull yizhuo into a hug and rub your head on her hair. she hated those the most, but you love the scent of her vanilla shampoo, calming and soothing. as you stared out the bus window from your seat, your lips naturally curled into a smile as you reminisced those times when you and her took the bus home during your uni days.

when you had shared social law with her, you always took the bus with her after classes at the end of the day. you had known that she lived a little further from campus instead of the dorms and you happened to also take the same bus line as she did. acquaintances bloomed into friends, and you took your friendship with her to the next stage when you confessed that you saw her as more than a friend. you were the happiest girl alive when she said that she felt the same too.

when you had graduated with your psychology degree and her with her communication degree, that was when you found out that yizhuo had not lived three bus stops away from yours. and that was also when she had found out that you lived two bus stops before where she supposedly lived. in summary, you were two idiots thinking that you guys were so smart for trying to fool each other.

she did indeed live in the campus dorm, but just got down the stop where her friend lived at, in a way using her as an excuse to spend more time with you. you on the other hand, did similarly to spend more time with her by pretending that you got off at the next stop after hers. for four months straight, you had took a whole trip around the neighbourhood each time you had social law.

till this day, this was still something that you and her would bring up and laugh about at how stupid you two were. but you didn't complain, you were stupid in love with her.

a ring on yizhuo's doorbell was enough to make her frown from finishing her favourite shampoo to smiling as it indicated that her huggable human was by the door. when she swung the door open, she was surprised to find you with a bouquet of crocheted pink tulips and a puffy tote bag. first, you hated tote bags because you were afraid of forgetting them on your seat. second, what occasion was it for the flowers?

"hello, girlfriend."

"hello to you too. what's with the flowers?"

a toothy grin was all it took to convince that it wasn't a special occasion that she knew, but rather one that you wanted to celebrate because, you just wanted to.

"it's 520 days since we've started dating. so yeah, happy 520!"

"and here I thought that I had forgotten our anniversary or something."

"well, it's still something to celebrate about."

if yizhuo had her clumsy and quirky antics, you had your puppy-like and unpredictable antics. it wasn't once or twice that you had showed up to her front door with tulips or roses, be it real or fake, or crocheted. or that one time you had a spur in the moment and made her beef wellington for lunch. you didn't even like cooking that much.

'I saw this recipe and I thought you would like it a lot!' as she quotes from you.

but none of that can stop her from loving you more as each day went by. the good morning and good night texts were a must and meeting up at least once every day was the base, whether it be face-to-face or through facetime. as much as she could feel her fatigue from her day fade away when she saw that smile of yours, so did you when you heard that laughter of hers when you crack a joke.

"thank you, babe. I like it a lot."

she tiptoed to press a little peck on your cheek, which led to that big ass grin on your face and your tail would have wagged hard like a helicopter, if you had one. seeing your usual reaction, yizhuo went back to her room to proceed getting ready for the day. oh, did you mention that she looks amazing even when she had her hair up in a messy bun, and the most worn out, comfortable home clothes? yeah, now you know.

as you took your spot on the couch, it didn't take her longer than 20 minutes to be in the cutest outfit for your anticipated outing. the opening of her bedroom door prompted you to stand by the shoe rack and put your shoes on.

"ready?"

"mhm."

after you leaving her place, she naturally headed over to the bus stop while you stepped further from it, making her confused at the way you had a mischievous smile on your face. you walked over to her and dragged her along to the nearest car rental shop, rendering her further confusion.

leaving her at the entrance for a bit, you returned while twirling a shiny key with a far too recognizable logo printed on it,

"I knew we were going to the aquarium, but you didn't mention anything about driving there. when did you even have a driver's license?"

"well, surprise."

driving wasn't a practical option since you lived four bus stops away from your now alma mater. public transportation was a pain in the ass during before and after work peak hours but that was more worth than paying for the parking fee. that included having not told yizhuo about your driving capabilities.

your campus was practically in the middle of the city where most necessities were within public transportation reach. it didn't really matter if you had a car or not cause that was how convenient travelling for stuff was. if there was a need for a car, you would just ask minjeong for hers since she drives. even now, you could get to your job without a car, and you only head to office 3 days a week.

"and you rented a BMW?"

"yes?"

the look on her face darkened further as she couldn't comprehend your spending tendencies. you weren't a thrifty douchebag, so this was really a firsthand experience of you being willing to spend so much when there were cheaper options.

"please tell me you're joking. this could easily cost you half of your monthly salary for a day."

"okay okay, yes, I'm joking."

"thank god."

" but I did buy a kawasaki though."

yizhuo's jaw could not drop further as you said those seven words. she couldn't even form words, let alone sentences.

"wha- huh- you- eh?"

"come on, I got a second hand one so it's a lot cheaper. and it was a snatch with its low mileage."

the whole ride to the aquarium was just her bombarding you with questions on why you decided to get a motorcycle, when did you get your driver's license and a whole lot more. the entire ride there. though you weren't annoyed, you found it adorable that she wanted to know more. you being down bad was an understatement, you were just so in love with her that you don't see any chance of you getting back from being down bad.

you sure didn't need a second hand kawasaki to get to work considering the many reasons that would have stopped you from getting it. but there was one extremely big reason to get it that surpass every other. it was yizhuo. at the end of every day where you would drop by her place to spend time together, she would tell you about the things she encountered on the way home on the train, be it good or bad.

you were content with listening to how she would coo at the children and babies she saw, but grimaced at some things she would witness that you don't even want to reiterate. just then you thought, maybe you should get a vehicle to fetch yizhuo after work. as a scriptwriter, the expectation to get things done by her deadlines were brutal, from your nine-to-five job perspective. at times, she would finish past dinner hours and leave the broadcasting station with slumping shoulders while you waited for her at a nearby cafe to have dinner together after she clocks out. it always made a part of your heart ache a little when she drapes her body over you, with her basking in your scent.

she had always reassured you that she would feel her energy pick up when she spots you at your usual spot waiting. and even more so when she hugs you, as if you were her human energizer. but to imagine the days that you wouldn't be there, it was the right decision to get a vehicle for her to relax in after work on the way home. regardless of whether it was this nice BMW or the kawasaki you got, you get to accompany her back home while she talks about her day at the broadcasting station.

to head home together after a long day and lay in her arms on the couch while watching a movie was always your dream. usually her housemates would be around and it wasn't that comfortable to have the whole living room to yourselves. you would either leave after dropping her off or you would spend some time in her room for a while since she would reason that you have work the next day. one day, you would get a house together with her and make that dream a reality. one day.

"for me? this nice ass bike because you wanted me to get home safe?"

"yep."

she looked at you in disbelief, worried that the cost of this damn bike would put a hole in your wallet while you had a sheepish smile knowing exactly what she had in mind.

"I know it sounds crazy but trust me, I've planned this for a long time."

"how long?"

"roughly 5 years."

as yizhuo mentally counted, she figured that that was when you were still freshmen back in university. although she was flattered by the fact that you fell for her since then, she couldn't help but feel bad. and you knew she would from the way her smile fell a little, just enough for you to be able to tell.

"don't feel bad babe. I did say it's for you, but it's also for me, for us. it's a lot better than having to squeeze into the train and having body odour rubbed all over my face."

the joke managed to lift her mood as she giggles at the way she could relate too. well, you could say that this kawasaki was a dream motorcycle that you've had your eye on for some time now too. her hand reached over to yours on the gear stick, her eyes looking into yours, feeling that she was the luckiest girlfriend on earth.

"you're welcome, and let's go see those penguins, shall we?"

"welcome to underwater haven, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! I will be your guide today, so make sure to remember how I look like. you wouldn't wanna get lost and bump into the polar bear."

the crowd laughed at the humor of the male guide, before following to enter into the aquarium for the day.

in one hand, was your professional camera to capture the beauty of the animals (as well as your girlfriend), and yizhuo's hand intertwined with yours in the other. although she was more fond of furry animals in the petting zoos, she absolutely loved the way your eyes would sparkle when you tell her about your favourite aquatic animals that even she had managed to remember by now. you looked like an excited child jumping around and she just wants to give you all the kisses that you deserved for being so cute.

"oh! that's the angelfish. isn't it such a nice shade of pastel blue? and the way they just look so pretty."

"yes yes, very pretty."

and her gaze was just fixated on your smile that hasn't fell ever since you stepped foot in here. she couldn't give a damn about all these fishes that looked the same to her. all it did was make her crave for some good sushi, but she shall not talk about that while you're here. maybe in the next few days, she should bring it up. for now, she would enjoy this aquarium date.

"did you have fun?"

"mhm. did you? weren't you bored a little halfway?"

"I mean yeah but when I look over to you, wow best day ever."

you shot yizhuo a glare before relaxing when you knew that she had eyes only for you.

"I love you too."

that sheepish smile on her face made you chuckle at the way you found it cute, realization for the nth time that you would never be able to win against her. be it her random rendezvous at odd hours or cheeky remarks like this.

"so where would lunch be, ms. 'I have a BMW now so we can go anywhere we want'?"

she's just not gonna let you breathe huh?

"well, it is a thursday today. so you know what that means."

"the bazaar!"

the first time she found out about the bazaar, she had always gone there either alone since her friend had clashing schedules or would resort to the cafeteria food which she disliked a little. after knowing you through social law, she deciced to persuade you to accompany her there.

'you mean be your chaperone?'

'I wouldn't put it that way, think of it that you're there as my food mate.'

it was a weekly food bazaar that happened at the city square, filled with all kinds of food from all around the world. yizhuo was always down to try anything that was edible, while you were just there to be with her as you didn't fancy trying new things.

'come on! try this, the vendor said it's glutinous rice cooked in a bamboo tube.'

'it looks questionable.'

but to be honest, it did taste good. while she had a habit of ordering a variety to try, she wouldn't hesitate to share it with her friends, encouraging them to head to the bazaar to try out too. when you looked back and thought about it, she was also helping out the local businesses that had a hard time. she tried to deny, giving you the reason that they had better food that whatever the cafeteria served. however, you would notice each time you stood by her while she talked to the vendors. the way her eyes fold into crescents, truly grateful that they were doing great.

as you spent more time with her throughout your days, you harbored feelings for her and they just grew out of control when you would malfunction from being around her. you were there once as an acquaintance, now you were back there again, as her girlfriend. wow, thinking about it made you feel overwhelmed.

"are you sure we're able to finish this?"

"if we can't, we could bring it over for minjeong."

"I'm pretty sure she would be too full from lunch with jimin. you know how those two are."

"well, I guess this is all for us!"

just watching yizhuo enjoy the food in front of her made you feel as if you had ate. if your girlfriend was happily full, then so were you. at some point, the vendors didn't change often, and they soon became permanent at the bazaar, being able to find a crowd of customers for themselves. you didn't remember how it happened, but when yizhuo would always recommend it to the people around her, you knew who it was because of.

"what? is there anything on my face?"

your gentle gaze had her rub the sides of her mouth, then her cheeks. full of food while she mumbles, it was just a sight too adorable. you succeeded at holding back your urge to squeeze her cheeks, or you would end up with a flick on your forehead.

"nothing, you just look really pretty."

"thank you, but I can't tell if you're being sarcastic cause I am stuffing my face full of food right now."

"nothing beats a happy girlfriend who loves her food. and it's cute."

extending a hand over to clear that sauce stain on the corner of her mouth, you looked so lovesick, it almost made the people at the table on the right gag. what did single people do to be punished like this?

you would only cut it out with the lovey dovey eyes when yizhuo made sure that you were eating enough unlike when you were in your final year. that final year research paper had you lose 5kg throughout the journey and you wish to not experience that ever again. sleep was an option and so was food. if it wasn't for her threatening to have your meals properly or she would not see you again, you would have probably fainted at least twice that year.

so now, you have a wonderful girlfriend and a stomach full of good food. the day was going spectacularly smooth without any problems. but you spoke too soon when the sun had set and night had came.

after the bazaar lunch, you were to drive to a restaurant by the beach that yizhuo had really wanted to try but didn't insist on going as it was far. since you had rented a car, it was only right to bring her there. before night would fall, it would have been perfect to enjoy the sunset by the time you would have arrived considering the journey.

that was until the car started to smoke on the front all of a sudden. pulling over to the side of the road, you had to call for help from the nearest car repair shop to send a tow truck. you weren't going to risk driving there despite it being a short distance, not with her in the car.

as the tow truck arrived along with another car, you thanked the foreman for offering to drive you two to your destination when he couldn't get you a spare car. nevertheless, you managed to reach just in time to sit by the beach to admire the sunset with yizhuo. that was before it got windy and droplets of rain turned into a downpour.

"why is it always like this whenever we decide to go out for dates?"

she was feeling a little down from the mishaps from the car to the downpour. to be frank, you were too, since you had hoped that the date ended perfectly since she had looked forward to it a lot. although she didn't verbally express her excitement, you could tell from the way she had already put together an outfit for the day a week before and marked the date on her calendar with a big red circle and hearts around it.

"babe, things happen. plus it was my fault that I didn't check the car properly before today."

"it's not your fault, like you said things happen. just why on our dates..."

you were half soaked from the rain even with an umbrella. as you sought shelter at nearby shop, yizhuo wasn't soaked as much because you had wrapped yourself over her to make sure she didn't. that also made her a little more upset as she was scared you would get sick because of her. on the brighter side, you were at a vintage shop where they had quite a collection of film cameras. you had to take the opportunity to get one from here before you left. but first, back to making your girlfriend feel better.

"hey hey, babe. look at me."

you placed your hands on her cheeks and made her face you, squishing them a little. around her colleagues, she was competent and very professional when dealing with the producers and directors at her workplace. but when she comes home and relaxes around you, she would turn into a small little kitten that needed her favourite human pillow. just like how you had her pouting and leaning into your hands.

"things don't have to always go as planned. it's best if it did, but now that it didn't. we're here at this vintage shop and it looks like there's a lot of stuff to explore around here."

"sure we missed the sunset for a little, but we stumbled upon this place."

and with that, your girlfriend was back to her normal self.

"okay, but promise me you're not going to get too many things. nothing else is going to fit that glass case."

"yes, ma'am."

giving her a tiny salute and a cheeky smile, it was another mission success of making the best out of a (sorta) ruined date.

"I did mention not to get too many things, but you did get something that was very expensive."

"but it does take really good film pictures. plus, a good camera to fit the most beautiful model in the world."

yizhuo scoffed at the compliment but couldn't help but blush a little. thankfully, the downpour had come to a stop, only a small drizzle remained.

as you headed towards the restaurant that you had made reservation for, you couldn't help but feel super lucky at that moment as the sky was still lit and the ambience of the waves hitting the shore, as well as the drizzle adding its touch. along with the beautiful sight of her while her hair is blown by the wind, that gorgeous smile making you fall for her all over again.

arriving there, you were brought to your reserved table before ordering whatever she wanted on the menu. the wait wasn't too long, which was good as it was quite eventful before this meal. as you indulged in the local delicacies, you couldn't help asking yizhuo if she was in for some alcohol. and knowing her, she wouldn't pass on the offer.

you only drank a little as you would still need to drive back, as the foreman had mentioned that it wouldn't take till the next day to fix the car. just as you wrapped up your fulfilling meal, your phone rang, indicating the caller to be the foreman.

"yes, mr. lee. is the car done?"

"I'm very sorry miss, but I've called to inform you that we've come across another problem from the engine as we looked into it earlier. we would need another day for it as we are closing soon."

"ohh... umm... alright then. we'll look around for somewhere to stay for the time being. thank you very much."

hearing how you would need to look for somewhere to stay and seeing that apologetic smile plastered on your lips, yizhuo just knew that the plans for the day had changed for third time.

"we need to look for a motel?"

"hey! you don't need to put it that way."

the ends of your ears started burning a little as you hid your face in your hands, trying to lower the rising temperature of your cheeks. her word choice had caught you very off guard while she remained calm.

"it is what it is. plus, we could get separate rooms so why so shy?"

she was definitely having a great time teasing you.

you managed to find a decent place after asking the locals. but being there on the weekends only meant that there was no such things as vacancy. however, you still decided to shoot your shot, praying for two rooms.

"we've got only one room left, with a single bed."

and you definitely didn't expect that shot to miss entirely. it was better than no rooms at all, and it meant using the same room as yizhuo. you had to repeat that to yourself several times to fully register what you had heard. number 1, you had not slept over at her place before as you didn't want her housemates to feel uncomfortable with your unfamiliar presence. number 2, it would only be you and her in a room. nothing would probably happen, given that you would be sleeping on the couch.

"where are you going?"

"to sleep...?"

drying your hair with the provided towel, you glanced over to your girlfriend who already dried her hair and changed into a set of pajamas that you had got from a nearby shop. you were in a similar one with a different color, reminding you too much of what married couples would usually where in dramas. 'enough!', you thought.

as much as you wanted to wake the next morning in your arms, you held yourself back as it might make her uneasy. what if she's not used to sharing the bed with someone? what if she thinks it would be hot? what if you snore? what if―

before you could complete all the possible scenarios from overthinking, yizhuo stretched out her arms, telling you to hug her. and so you did. as you fell for her temptation, she pulled you in closer to make you fall onto the bed. as she leaned over to place her lips on yours, your brain short-circuited with too many things happening at once. pulling away, all she saw was a shocked puppy speechless and thoughtless.

"you good?"

"huh?"

"were you going to sleep on the couch?"

"yeah..."

it was as if you lost your ability to speak because all you could do was nod or give short answers to her questions. well, you were being considerate for your girlfriend in case she didn't want to share the bed with you and you were more than willing to let her have the bed for herself. after all, the bed wasn't the biggest and it was just fitting for two people, no more, no less. but she didn't mind at all.

"why when we could just sleep together?"

you hit her a few times for her choice of words and she just wondered what she said so wrong. 'sleep together', technically you were going to sleep together but not sleep together. there was a difference, but you were just being overly sensitive from the way that your body was in close proximity with yizhuo.

it wasn't like you didn't cuddle with her before in the living room while watching dramas and movies. it wasn't like you didn't hug her every single time you would leave by the end of the day. it wasn't like she wasn't already clingy and always finding an excuse to stick right next to you, be it be holding hands or just pulling you into a bear hug. but why was this time so different just because it was on a bed?

"you could take this as practice before we get married in the future."

right, that was why it made you so fidgety and anxious like a teenage girl who was in love with her first love. true enough, she was your first love, if you were to minus out the short fling back in high school that wasn't even a relationship nor situationship.

your relationship had not even turned 2 years old and yizhuo already had confidence in that you would marry her when the time comes. and she was darn right that you would. that day just sealed the deal where you definitely couldn't see yourself spending the rest of your life with someone else other than her.

the way she would enjoy your rants about sea animals that she couldn't care less, the way she reminds you about spending too much, the way she held your hand throughout the whole date.

although she wasn't interested in the many species of fishes that you knew, she didn't complain about it and just enjoyed how you were ecstatic about them. she would nag you a little about getting too many vintage cameras when you wouldn't even use some of them, but she knew that every single one you've bought had at least taken one picture of her. she knew that physical affection wasn't your way of expression where gift giving and words of affirmation was, she made sure that you felt hers.

just like this very moment, you could feel it through the way her gaze bores into your eyes, letting you know that she loved you as much as you did for her, if not more.

"okay, if you say so, wifey."

"oh? already agreeing to the proposal?"

"no way, I will be the one proposing to you in the best way possible when that day comes."

"but does that mean you want to marry me?"

yizhuo was glad to see how you snapped out of your trance with the playful banter between you and her. not only that, your string of thoughts had brought you to a conclusion that sounded like the best one to your life story.

"yes, ms. ning yizhuo. I would love to marry you."

"cause all I wanna do is be with you."

[danikamariewrites]

Can I request a headcannon where the reader is mated to Cassian, Azriel and nesta. And she's a total cutie somehow she always has some sorts of snacks on her hands like literally all the time ( giant sweet tooth) and they are wondering where she gets them from.

Like Cassian loses his mind because she just one moment doesn't have a cookie in her hand and the next she's eating one.

Also she's a total cat, she disappears in the middle of the day and they can only bring her out when they leave a plate of cookies in the kitchen. ( she can smell it ) she's always sleeping and likes to cuddle whenever one of them is sitting or working.

Mated to Az, Cass, and Nesta headcanon

A/n: I would give anything to be with all three of them tbh like this would be such a slay

Warnings: none just fluffy ☺️

When you felt the bond between all 4 of you, you guys didn’t know what to do at first

You were confused bc you thought the pull you felt to always be around Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel was just your friendship

You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t in love with them

The three of them love you so much

Not much has changed except that you move into the house of wind permanently

You have your own room but you spend most nights with Azriel, he’s your favorite to snuggle with

But there were nights when you wanted to cuddle between Nesta and Cassian

Nesta found she was very possessive and protective of you

And Cassian treats you like a princess

You were a big napper

You can fall asleep anywhere whether it’s on the couch, leaning against Cassian, or even at the table

The boys have found you and Nesta lightly snuggled on the floor of your at home library surrounded by books

One of your favorite nap spots was the couch. Especially when Nesta would read to you and run her fingers through your hair while resting your head on her lap

Something that always drove your three mates crazy were your snack habits

How did you always have one in your hand? How was it always candy? Where did you hide them?

At first you were really good at hiding snacks around the house

A small bag of chips under a throw pillow here

A bag of chocolate covered popcorn in the back of the cabinet

But then the House started helping you by making small compartments in the wall for snacks

If you were in the sitting room but wanted the snack you hid there in the upstairs library the house would bring it to you

“Ok, I know you don’t have those because they weren’t in the snack cabinet. Where did you get the snack?” You just giggle and shrug at Cassian’s question

Nesta would always give you a questioning look and then demand you share

Your dresses and skirts always had pockets not just so you could hold your things but for snacks, the important stuff

Cassian would always beg you for one healthy snack, “Just some fruit that’s all I’m asking.”

“Cass you make sure we eat healthy meals. Occasional junk food won’t kill me baby.” He’d just huff and cross his arms while Azriel laughed and stole a bit of whatever you were munching on

One time it was dead silent in a meeting, except for Rhys bc he was talking about important court stuff

You sneakily pulled a cookie from your pocket, you swiped it from the batch Elain just baked, and took a bite. What you didn’t know was that the cookie would betray you and make a loud crunch sound

Everyone looked at you and Cassian took it from you and gave it back once the meeting was over, “What did we talk about? No disruptive snacks.”

You also value sleeping in

If you didn’t get enough sleep the night before thanks to some ppl 👀…or just from not being able to sleep you liked a few extra hours of peace

Cassian and Azriel, being early risers, never got that about you

You could only be bribed with food

Breakfast is your favorite meal so they use that to their advantage

Always taunting you with the smell of sweet savory bacon, pancakes and maple syrup, eggs, muffins, anything they could cook they would make it for you

You would creep into the kitchen and swipe pieces of bacon before everything was ready

The boys would pretend to be annoyed but secretly love it

Sometimes during the day they could never find you

It was a true mystery where you went or what you did with your time

Nesta would leave your favorite treat out on the counter hoping you’d sense it was there

Azriel would totally have his shadows carry the scent of it to where ever you are

Sometimes they’d miss you and come back to half the plate gone and no you

Other times you’d be perched on the counter chewing happily on your treat

[robilover]

I just have this urge to like smell Yangyang’s hair, her poofy white ends that I assume are feathers look like they smell like fabreeze 😭

I’d honestly enjoy combing her hair if she lets me 🥺👉👈

when I tell you that I absolutely LOVE yangyang that I literally fell in love with her AT FIRST SIGHT (before the female rover)

her hair does look fluffy, I share the same urge as you, anon💔

her white ends somehow glow in my game, idk if it’s just me or if it’s a glitch or it’s really part of her, but I’d love to comb her hair, too! even style them </3

I feel like she’d let you comb her hair because you’re her s/o, her beloved girlfriend that she loves oh-so-much and who she wants to protect!

and I do feel like she cares a lot about her hair despite fighting outside of jinzhou! like, she’d be slaying the tacet discords, and when she’s done, she’s suddenly fixing her hair and you’re like.. wow, I fell in love with her?

outside of battle, when in her free time, if you ask permission, she’d let you comb her hair and style it however you like and she’d gently praise you for it!! like:

“thank you, darling. I love it,” then she kisses your cheek that makes you feel shy all over. she just smiles at you and whispers little praises into your ear to show you how grateful she is <33

[highvern]

Slay you deserve a million followers for teach me series. Can I request DK or MG kabedon? 🥹 humor or serious or against all odds angst would make my dreams come true you’re amazing

NGL I had to look up what that was and I can only imagine humor but this ended up super fluffy too im sorry for no angst anon 😔

Please accept this as my apology!!!

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom x fem!reader

Genre: humor, suggestive, fluff

Warnings: reader loves a boozy brunch, and they have a dachshund named Mango,

Note: Mayhaps be read as a long long long away epilogue of Teach Me couple

“Damn, you shit with that ass?” You drunkly smile at your boyfriend attempting to shuffle you inside your shared apartment.

When you swat at the curve of plump flesh, Dokyeom rolls his eyes with a groan. He can’t help but smile despite his exasperation with your antics. Bold comments from you has a special way of turning him into a blushing stuttering mess despite years of dating. Something about the brazen way you declare your interest after so much time together sends his heart into orbit, millions of butterflies filling his chest until he is convinced it’ll explode.

But the hallway of your apartment complex at two in the afternoon on a Sunday is not high on Dokyeom’s list of places to be felt up by his girlfriend. Coupled with the knowledge he only has so much time to get you horizontal before you refuse to move yourself, Dokyeom is too stressed to enjoy the usual banter you supply after too many mimosas at brunch with your friends.

The chilled metal door gives way under your combined weight, throwing Dokyeom forward as his feet fail to find their grounding — a firm thud ricocheting through the space under the bounce of his shoulders against the plaster wall.

A smack! echoes in response under your hand landing above his shoulder, pinning a wide eyed Dokyeom underneath your hips as you’re dragged forward by momentum.

“So…do you come here often?”

“To our house?” Dokyeom responds, eyebrows furrowing in amusement.

Crowding into the limit spacefurther, you watch him through your lashes— failing to realize your attempt at coyish allure leaves you resembling a round eyed calf.

Your slow blinks force a guffaw from his lips, shaking your stomach where it touches his own as the crown of Dokyeom’s skull meets the wall behind him.

Pouting as he works through the last of his giggles, you twirl with a huff; nose in the air as you trudge towards the living room.

Mango doesn’t rise from her sprawl across the couch, belly up as she basks in the sun flooding from the glass doors leading to the balcony. Her long golden hair spills onto the couch beneath her oblong body as she watches her parents with little interest.

Tangling your arms around her, you hold her tightly to your chest. “My baby!”

A sharp bark of displeasure answers, followed by your boyfriend gently setting her back on the couch as you sigh forlornly.

“No one in this house loves me.” You wail, stomping your foot while the familiar heat of Dokyeom’s arms curl around your waist once more.

“C’mon babe, let’s go lay down.”

Digging your heels into the ground, you turn to face him. “You love me, right?”

“Always.” Dokyeom smiles, a sweet kiss between your wrinkled brows signing his confession.

“Ew, I have a boyfriend!” You gasp, failing to wiggle out of his grip.

Distracting you in an effort to coral you into the bedroom, Dokyeom plays along. “Oh?”

“Yeah, and he’ll kick your butt!”

“Will he now?” Dokyeom nods, managing to work you out of the living room and down the hall.

“Yeah! And he’s all big and buff.”

“Oh, really? And he’ll fight me for you?”

You sigh once more, “No, he’s too nice.”

“Too bad.”

“I know, he’s really hot when he’s angry.”

Dokyeom fills that tidbit of information away for later, focusing on slipping the tight denim stretched across your hips down so you can sleep comfortably.

“What else do you like about your boyfriend?” He prompts, lifting each leg to free you from the offending garment before gently pushing you to sit on the bed while he works off your shirt.

Arms raised over your head, you eagerly list of the things you love about your boyfriend; a goofy faraway grin brightening your face.

“He’s the best! He’s funny and he’s really sweet and,”

Continuing to prattle on, you don’t notice the way your boyfriend falters under the praise you so eagerly throw his way.

“And Dokyeom is like perfect with kids especially my nieces! I can’t wait until we have kids.”

Kids.

You want kids. With him.

It wasn’t as if it had never been a topic of discussion. You both had been clear from the start that it was a something you’d wanted. But kids and marriage were always a distant goal for you two, nothing to consider for a least a few more years.

But you think about having kids with him. And suddenly he wonders what it’d be like.

Images of babies fill his head; ones with your eyes and his nose, smart like their mom but with their dad’s sense of humor. Bald and perfectly chubby in that cute way only babies are. Then it’s two little girls filling his ears with shrill giggles as he chases them around the living room with your own laughter chiming in from the couch.

Oh boy.

“But we have to get married first. And you can’t tell him I told you but," Comically looking left and right, eyes impossibly round, you drop into a whisper. "I found a ring in the dresser so I think he’ll ask me soon.”

You rock back and forth, feet kicking just above the shag rug as Dokyeom digs up an old shirt from the very dresser he’s had a certain ring hidden in for the past few months.

Finding his voice, albeit shakily, Dokyeom pries for more information.

“If he asks, what would you say?”

A brilliant smile lights your face — blinding in joy, putting all the wonders of the world to shame. You practically glow as you look up at him with so much emotion Dokyeom thinks he might pass out.

“That I’d love to marry you.”

[jo-harrington]

Closing Time (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie watches the reader slay a dragon. (Reader works at Claire's in StarCourt and deals with a shitty customer before closing the store.)

Previous Part: Leave of Absence

Warnings/Themes: Semi-established relationship (friendship? Eddie isn’t sure what they are either), fluffy. Reader is not a Hawkins native, but it's kind of just implied. Eddie is a romantic boy and makes everything fantastical in that silly head of his. Also he makes a crude (ish?) joke. Typical teenage boy/young adult stuff. Nothing crazy,

Note: This is my first drabble I'm actually posting. (I haven't written actual fics in a hot minute, only headcanons). I hope it's good, but it really was an opportunity for me to get my frustrations out after work in a store for the first time in 2 years since I moved to corporate. And I kind of liked it so I might write more. (Therapy who?)

(Future Jo here...You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.)

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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"Ma'am, I'm sorry that this is confusing, but it's store policy."

"Then I'd like to speak to the store manager."

"I am the store manager," you explained, smile dropping right off your face only to be replaced by a cool mask of indifference.

Eddie stood just outside of the store, leaning against a railing that overlooked the Food Court, and watched you. It was a Sunday, which meant the mall was closed early, and all of the stores were dark except for yours. The gate was halfway down, but he could still see the tenacity--the ferocity--in your eyes as you dealt with an unruly customer and it took everything in him to ignore the little shiver that went up his spine.

When Eddie first gotten a job at Tape World, he had briefly wondered if it was a mistake. He had mostly been given closing shifts to offset gigs at the Hideout on Tuesdays and Hellfire on Fridays. Not to mention school once it was back in session. And seeing how closing shifts meant he was missing out at the opportunity to be dealing at local parties over the summer...well he didn't need to pass algebra to know it was costing him some potentially serious cash.

But the pay at Tape World wasn't awful and it was steady. Wayne seemed to be proud of him for finally having a steady job, despite the assurance that he would always be proud of Eddie. The discount was nice, and his manager let him promote Corroded Coffin shows at the counter.

And then there was you.

At first glance, it didn't make sense to anyone. You with your pastel purple name tag, mega-watt smile, trendy clothes, and stacks of scrunchies. And Eddie with his alleged devil-worshipping, superior taste in music, non-conformity, and hair wild either from too much head banging or the single window AC unit in his trailer. Shit, even he didn't understand it in the beginning; he thought you were everything he said he hated.

But you weren't.

Just like he wasn't everything the entire town said he was either.

Instead he found someone who was just like him, only sort of not at all, with your own flock of lost little bedazzled, pastel and neon sheep that you were protective of. You were a misunderstood soul, a compassionate leader, and one of the most patient people he ever met.

Except for right this minute.

The lights in the mall itself started to dim and the music went silent. Yet, there you still stood in front of one of the local PTA moms as she complained about a return.

She had already been in the store when Eddie arrived to meet you at the end of your shift. (Sunday nights were your...well, Eddie didn't know what to call them. Not date nights; not yet at least.) And you had given him one quick, apologetic glance over her shoulder before you geared up for battle.

But Eddie had been watching as your mood devolved ever since, and you went from understanding, to annoyed, to fuming. And here you were now, looking as though you could singlehandedly manifest a pit to open up beneath Loudmouth Linda to swallow her whole if she carried on with her rant.

And it was kind of hot.

Eddie wouldn't consider himself someone who thought anger was sexy. It was scary. He had seen the way his father would get angry over the most minor things and it stayed with him his entire life. He would freeze, even at the most minor indication that anger was being directed towards him. From his father, from a teacher, from Officer Callahan--although Hopper was usually there to rescue him from that one.

It was different when it came to bullies at school or the townies that spoke in hushed tones when he passed them by. He could stand up to the jocks and the popular kids that pushed him and his friends around. He could ignore the scathing looks from the busybodies at the grocery store. And as much as it hurt to be cast away by almost everyone he met for years, he knew that it wasn't anger--actually he wasn't sure what it was, really--that caused them to do those things.

Just like it wasn't really anger that fueled your fight for the past fifteen minutes. It was purely righteous indignation as you were attacked by this absolute dragon of a woman.

Deep down, he wished he could be your savior, having dealt with the spitting venom of these townies before on numerous occasions. But you were no damsel, and this wasn't your first battle either. You took every insult with grace, every octave of a raised voice was met with an equally raised voice before going back to calm. You verbally jousted, using every trick in your book, and when they didn't work...

"Once again it is against the policy of StarCourt Mall to have customers in the building this late past close and I will have to call Mall Security to come and escort you out regardless of your choice ma'am. So we can either proceed with your return and you get the money back that you paid and not a cent more or I tell my staff and security that you are no longer welcome in this place of business. And security will have to take your picture as they escort you out."

...You simply slayed the beast. With a smile. Although Eddie believed you were actually just baring your teeth in warning.

There was that shiver up his spine again, and were those goosebumps on his arms?

He sort of hoped to be on the receiving end of those teeth sometime soon.

Regardless, your customer was left speechless as you processed her return and called security to escort her to the exit. Eddie smiled smugly as they passed him by.

It didn't take long for the lights of your store to finally shut and for you to duck under the gate before locking it.

He didn't even get a chance to congratulate you on your victory and tell you how absolutely epic you were before you were walking face first into his chest and sighing as your arms went around his waist in a hug.

“Hey,” he chuckled and put his arms around you, one hand instantly rubbing up and down your back.

“Hi.” Your reply was muffled and you squeezed him a bit harder.

"Y'ok there?"

"Yeah," you responded quietly and rubbed your cheek against his t-shirt. “You wanna get DQ?” You looked up at him for a second.

“I could use a blizzard,” he agreed.

“Cool,” you sighed and settled back against him. “People suck.”

“They do.”

The two of you stayed like that in relative silence for a few minutes and as much as Eddie wanted to go on--to tell you that the lady was out of line, that she was entitled, and that he could never handle it as smoothly as you did--he knew that wasn't what you needed right now.

He momentarily wondered that it wasn't all bad, not being your knight, when he could instead be the home you returned to after battle.

And he would happily do it, even if you never asked him to.

"You know," he finally broke the silence. "I've heard people threaten to call security many times. Mostly on the receiving end, sometimes as an innocent bystander."

"Oh yeah?" You finally looked up at him, nose wrinkling with a smile.

"But I think that was the first time it almost gave me a boner," he admitted.

"Eddie!" you pushed away from him and slapped his arms as you laughed, eyes shining with joy. Your worries were not forgotten, he knew, merely smoothed over by, hopefully, your adoration for him. "You fucking perv!"

"I said almost," he defended.

He would be there. Happily.

Next Part: Team Building

[heyiwrotesomethings]

[ene(?)mies to loverS] {FEM demon slayer& assassin reader}

R used to me an assassin that only killed the guilty and protected the inoccent but they quit after becoming a demon slayer.

shinobu is kidnapped by a crazy dude in the middle of the night but the triplets and AOI find out in the morning from a note with the ransom money. They ask reader for help and track her down and turns out the dude that kidnapped her is in a team who kills demon slayers? So R kills the whole group and gets shin out of there. some fluffy stuff pls

idk it just came up sorRy if it's too specific.

thanks byee

Abducted

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Tried putting these two together because they had the same major plot point. And I kind of hinted to past enemies, but they are in the lovers stage for the majority of the fic. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! Word Count: 3,335

(Y/n) woke up in bed alone, which was not at all unusual with how busy Shinobu was. What was unusual, was the commotion that had woken her up. In a flurry of footsteps and distressed noise, the butterfly girls came bursting through the door, Kanao frantically waving a piece of paper in (Y/n)’s face.

“Hm? What? What’s going on?” (Y/n) was having a hard time in her groggy state keeping up with everyone speaking over each other with such concerning urgency.

Aoi took the paper from Kanao’s hand and shushed everyone before reading the letter verbatim, voice shaking.

“We have captured the Hashira Kochou Shinobu. She put up quite a fight, to prove we have her, find enclosed a lock of her hair. If you wish to ever see her alive again, you will bring five-hundred-thousand yen and twenty children with Marechi blood to the summit of Natagumo Mountain before sunset tonight, or else!” Aoi flung the paper into (Y/n)’s lap, “Shinobu-sama has been abducted!”

“What?” (Y/n) picked up the letter and re-read it to herself, “This can’t be happening…” she adjusted her hold on the paper and felt something silky on the other side. She flipped the paper around and inhaled sharply when she saw the lock of purple and black hair tapped to the back. She crumpled the paper and bolted to her feet. In a few quick strides, she tore open the closet, throwing a high mobility outfit and an array of sharp and pointy weapons of varying sizes onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Aoi asked, her and Kanao pulling the younger girls out of the way as (Y/n) continued to toss weapons out of the closet.

“I’m going to get Shinobu back.“ She answered monotonously, a chill ran through the other girls. It was a tone they hadn’t heard (Y/n) use in a very long time.

“How are you going to do that? You aren’t thinking about giving in to their demands, are you?” Aoi asked fretfully.

“Of course not. I won’t need to. Did you see that stupid little wax seal they used on the envelope? I’ve seen it before in my previous line of work. They are humans that work for demons. They provide the quality fodder, and in return they get protection, money, power… whatever they can get their hands on. But there are rare occasions like this where they think they can get more out of us than they could out of the demons they serve. I’ve dealt with people from their group before.”

“In your… old profession?”

“Yeah. Lots of people have lost their loved ones to that group over the years and came to me for justice. Safe to say, they don’t know who they’re messing with or they wouldn’t have even dared to send this letter.” (Y/n) turned to face the girls, eyes full of fire.

She dialed it back a bit when she saw them flinch backward and knelt before them all.

“I’m going to get her back, I promise.“

“I’ll go too.” Kanao spoke up.

“No Kanao, you’ll stay here with everyone else. This isn’t demon slaying. I don’t want to put you in a position where you may have to kill a human, no matter how much they might deserve it. Trust that I will do whatever it takes to bring Shinobu hole safe and sound. Stay here and take care of everyone while I’m gone. Can you do that for me?”

Kanao but the inside of her cheek, but nodded solemnly. (Y/n) squeezed her shoulder then got up and moved over to the bed to equip all of her weapons that she thought wouldn’t see they light of day again. Hopefully Shinobu wouldn’t be too cross with her for not throwing them out when she asked her to.

When the last knife was strapped down, she patted the head of each girl as she exited the room and then the mansion, disappearing quickly over the fence. She only had about ten hours before sunset, so she would need to get to Natagumo quickly to make it in time.

“Hang on, Shinobu. I’m on my way.”

***

Shinobu came to with a throbbing headache. She groaned and tried to cup her head with her hands, keyword tried. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back and upon further inspection, she found her legs to be tightly bound as well.

For as beaten and bruised as she was, nothing hurt her more than having fallen into this damn trap. It had started out so harmlessly. A small child had come running to her for help, his mother supposedly sick. The young boy looked dirty and malnourished. Of course Shinobu didn’t give it a second thought before she let the boy lead her up the mountain. She was so used to fighting demons, that she had forgotten there were humans out there who were just as vile.

She had sensed something off when she followed the boy inside the dingy house. She felt a malicious presence behind her and swiftly pivoted on her feet, dodging the burly arms that had reached out to grab her. With a few precision strikes, he fell to the ground, only for six more to take his place. She got a few good punches in, as well as a few slices from the knives in her shoes, but with an ambush of this scale, with so little space to maneuver or time to think, she was overpowered and knocked unconscious.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up.”

Shinobu winced as her head was pulled up by her hair, but she refused to make any noise that would give her captors any satisfaction.

“You sure cut me up pretty bad, little brat.” The man pulled her head back further so she could see the bloody bandage wrapped around his head. The spot where his left eye would be was particularly saturated with blood. “It hurts like hell.”

“That’s what you get when you sneak up on people. You’re fortunate that’s all you endured.” Shinobu smiled sharply, her teeth pressed together tightly when the man sharply tugged her hair again.

“We sent a message off with that bird that was following you around. If anybody cares about you, they’ll be here with our demands by sundown. If they don’t, I’ll carve you up the same way you carved up me and my buddies before we serve you up to the boss on a silver platter.” He grinned wickedly and made a show of looking up at the sky through the trees, before looking back down at Shinobu smugly.

“Not much time left…”

He promptly let go of Shinobu’s hair and her head fell back to the ground. The man laughed uproariously and his buddies joined in, save for the young boy who had lured Shinobu frantically filling his face. The man kicked Shinobu’s bound legs out of his way before rejoining them at the fire for another bowl of stew.

Shinobu kept her breathing even. Panicking in this situation would do her no good. Besides, those fools all but signed their own death warrants by sending En back to the mansion with whatever poorly written scrap of paper they composed. She hadn’t a doubt in her mind that (Y/n) was well on her way.

Still, she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try to get herself out of this mess before then. She was a Hashira, she killed demons, she wasn’t going to let a group of meat-headed plain, human men continue to get the best of her. Shinobu carefully rubbed her feet together so as not to draw attention to herself and nearly scoffed.

For being so upset with her about her sharp retaliations, they sure didn’t think it necessary to take away her shoes. Idiots. Ever so quietly, she bent her knees as far as she could and carefully removed a shoe. It took a little time to maneuver it into a workable position, but she got the blade end wedged beneath the rope on her hands and began to saw at it, and no one was none the wiser, or so she thought.

A heavy foot came down on her hands and she couldn’t stop the yelp of pain that left her lips, drawing the attention of the men at the campfire.

“You idiots,” the new arrival sighed, a man with much nicer clothes than the rest, “while you were all eating and drinking like pigs, you almost let our guest escape. Need I remind you we are dealing with a Hashira here? What do you think would have happened if we let her escape, hm?”

“The- the boss would totally kill us. Thanks for catching on to that, Hyousuke.” One man whimpered.

“The boss?” Hyousuke tilted his head to the side as he took Shinobu’s shoes and tossed them into the bushes, “You think I’d ever tell the boss if we lost a quality catch like this? No… no, no, no,” his eyes steeled and his voice took on a more dangerous tone, “I would kill you all myself. He doesn’t have time to deal with you useless fools. He needs to become a Kizuki to continue keeping us safe and he’s not going to get there if you can’t take the time to do your damn job!”

“My, to speak of a demon so passionately, is it love?” Shinobu smiled sweetly, then added, “Gross.”

Hyousuke sneered down at her and put more of his weight on her wrists before easing up and turning his attention back to the campfire.

“Where’s the damn rope? I’ll need to re-tie her hands.”

“Uh, Masaru had it last.”

“Where is he?”

“He needed to relieve himself. Went out to the woods like… huh, maybe twenty minutes ago?”

Hyousuke stiffened, then snarled, “Well go find him, now!”

The men scampered into the forest, the young boy reluctantly went to follow, but Hyousuke called him back.

“Goro, you stay. I have a special job for you.” He presented the young boy with a knife and lead him to Shinobu, “This is a big job, boy. You do this well, and your stranding in the group will skyrocket, you understand. Meals everyday, new clothes, an actual bed, all will be yours. All you gotta do is watch this woman and if she tries to escape, you slash her tendons. If that doesn’t work, kill her. Got it?”

Goro shook under Hyousuke’s intense glare, but managed a nod.

“Good. This shouldn’t take long.” Hyousuke glared down at Shinobu, “Behave yourself if you want to live through this.”

Shinobu stayed silent, watching him disappear into the woods before returning her attention to Goro who looked at her with fearful eyes, knife tightly grasped within his hands. It was time Shinobu implement her best defense in this precarious moment, so she began to talk to the boy. Ever so slowly, his grip eased as Shinobu took an interest in his upbringing. Having never known his mother, nor really any experience talking to women, the kind way Shinobu spoke with him felt completely foreign.

A pained shout echoed through the forest, putting them both on edge again. The forest went quiet again, but only for a few moments before to more cries were heard.

“Goro-kun, stay calm.” Shinobu tried to ease the boy’s nerves, but he still looked as scare and desperate as a cornered animal. “If you cut the rope—”

Goro shakily held the knife to Shinobu’s throat, “Stop talking!” He commanded through sharp breaths just as another shout was heard in the distance, though much closer than the previous ones.

Shinobu took the risk to keep talking, “There could be a demon out there. I don’t want you to get hurt, Goro-kun. Please free me and give me my sword so I can protect you.”

Goro looked conflicted, switching his attention between Shinobu and the woods anxiously. He heard another shout and shut his eyes tightly, knife still uncomfortably close to Shinobu’s neck— until a rugged rock came sailing in and knocked the weapon out of his hand and into the bushes.

They both looked over in the direction the rock had come from to see a bloody figure emerge from the woods near the campfire, breathing heavily.

“A demon!” Goro shrieked, skittering back on his behind to put Shinobu between himself and ‘the demon’, but Shinobu was not all that concerned.

“None of that is your blood is it, (Y/n)?” She asked calmly as if she already new the answer.

“Of course not,” (Y/n) huffed, “I may have been persuaded into an early retirement, but I’m still as sharp as ever.” She smirked with pride, before seeing Shinobu’s frown and tacked on an apology at the end.

Once upon a time, (Y/n) and Shinobu hadn’t gotten along all that well and a lot of that stemmed from (Y/n)’s line of work as an assassin for hire. Well, it stemmed from (Y/n) having lied about being an assassin when they had first met. Shinobu found out after they had been dating for awhile and it was not pretty. They had broken up, but after a few months of being miserable without each other, (Y/n) decided to retire and ask Shinobu to take her back with the promise of no more secrets and things had been getting better since.

“Mhmm,” Shinobu hummed as (Y/n) came over to untie her, Goro too scared stiff to move, “I recall telling you to get rid off all those weapons.”

“I did. Well, I got rid of most of them. But, see how handy it is to keep a couple of classics around?”

“I suppose...” Shinobu released a relieved sigh when the last of the rope was cut and then sat up, finding herself engulfed in a tight hug as soon as she did so.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” (Y/n)’s voice was muffled from having her face pressed into Shinobu, but she was heard just fine.

“Sorry to worry you.” Shinobu brought her arms around (Y/n)’s neck to return the hug, despite the blood.

It was really nice for a few moments until they heard a twig snap and looked up to see Goro sticking his hands into the bushes, looking for the knife Hyousuke left with him.

“Hey, kid, just stay put, okay?” (Y/n) put her hand out in warning.

“We aren’t going to hurt you, Goro-kun. Come down the mountain with us, and we will keep you safe.” Shinobu promised.

“I can’t let you go! If you go, Hyousuke-san will kill me!”

“No he won’t. Just look at me,” (Y/n) gestured to herself, “If I didn’t kill him on my way here, then I’ll kill him when he shows up. And if you’re worried about any demons either, Shinobu had it covered, right?”

“Definitely,” Shinobu answered a bit distractedly, her sword back home in her hands, “Help me find my shoes?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll- I’ll—“

(Y/n) gently ruffled Goro’s hair, stunning him.

“You must be tired. What do you say, wanna get off of this dumb old mountain?” She softly asked.

“Stop! You’re Just trying to trick me like I tricked you!” He yelled, pointing a finger at Shinobu.

Shinobu smiled sympathetically and crouched down before the boy, “That was a pretty mean trick, wasn’t it? You feel bad about it, don’t you?”

Goro didn’t say anything, but fresh tears sprung from his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you. It’s hard to be hungry and on your own. I promise if you come with us, you’ll never have to do anything like this again. We will keep you safe.” She held out her pinky and after a short explanation of what a pinky promise was, Goro cautiously wrapped his own pinky around Shinobu’s.

“Well, isn’t that sweet.”

Shinobu and (Y/n) pivoted, shielding Goro from the new arrival. Hyousuke had returned with a few of his men, armed and ready for a fight.

“Damn, I really thought I had taken care of all of you.” (Y/n) groaned in annoyance. “Must’ve been shaking in the bushes as I walked by. Did you think of you regrouped, you’d be able to take me?”

“Hy- Hyousuke! I know this woman, she’s a demon with human blood, an assassin! She’s stolen lives from out faction before.”

“Demon with human blood seems a bit over dramatic,” she scoffed, “But also so, so hypocritical when you consider all you have done to give yourselves a cozy life.”

“Goro, get over here.” Hyousuke ordered through gritted teeth.

“He’s not going anywhere with you.” Shinobu denied, “It’s in your best interest if you let us pass.”

“I cannot return to him empty handed.” Hyousuke pulled a gun from his clothes, “I’ll just have to kill all three—“

In the blink of an eye, (Y/n) and Shinobu were on him. Shinobu’s sword pierced his hand and he dropped the gun in pain. (Y/n) instinctively went in for the kill. Hyousuke staggered before falling into the dirt, whatever was left of the small group scattered and fled into the woods. (Y/n) made a move to go after them, but Shinobu held her wrist.

“I think that they got the message.” She said.

“But they’re going to go back to whatever demon their friendly with and start up all over again with someone less fortunate.”

“En is following them. She’ll report the location back to Oyakata-sama and he will decide how to proceed from there. You already have more blood on your hands than I would like. Besides,” she whispered, flicking her eyes over to Goro, “You’re scaring him.”

“Alright, fine. I guess as long as it gets taken care of eventually, I don’t really care.” (Y/n) went to run her neck, but caught sight of the blood and just clasped her hands behind her back instead. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Goro-kun.”

“I’ve seen worse.” He mumbled quietly, shrugging his shoulders. Shinobu and (Y/n)’s hearts went out to him.

“We’re gonna work like hell so you don’t have to see anything like that ever again.” (Y/n) promised.

“You’ll be safe with us.” Shinobu reached out her hand as an invitation, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Goro hesitated, but he did take her hand.

“Hold my hand too?” (Y/n) batted her eyelashes and held out her bloody hand.

Shinobu’s eyes flickered to (Y/n)’s hand, then back up to her face, “Maybe another time, dear.” The hug they shared earlier was all the blood she wanted to deal with at the moment.

“Booooo.”

“You know what you can do though? Help me find my shoes. It’s a long way down the mountain, and I’d rather not be without them.”

“Yeah, yeah okay. I heard you the first time you asked.”

***

“I really needed that!” (Y/n) flopped onto the bed, her damp head landing in Shinobu’s lap, squeaky clean, “I almost forgot how itchy dried blood is.”

“Such pleasant words you are saying.” Shinobu replied with sarcasm. She put a bookmark between the pages of her book to mark where she had left off and put it aside to give her full attention, absently running her fingers across (Y/n)’s cheeks.

“I know. So is Goro-kun all settled in?”

“As much as he can be, but he’s in good hands. Naho, Sumi and Kiyo are excited to have someone younger than them around and surprisingly he seemed to latch onto Gotou-san quickly. I’m sure everything will get better in due time.”

“That’s good.” (Y/n) yawned and put her hands over Shinobu’s to keep them on her face. “And how are you feeling?”

“It was an unfortunate situation to find myself in, but I’m fine, really. I knew you would come.”

(Y/n) pulled one of Shinobu’s hands to her lips so she could plant a kiss against her palm. “If you ever feel not fine about it, I’ll be here for you then too.”

“I know,” Shinobu smiled warmly and hunched inward to return the kiss, “Thank you.”

[spencer-vqmp]

My headcanons of what the TCOVT characters styles are.

Inspo: @belacottie

Vlad: 2000s emo. He's a bit more casual with it.

Henry: Jock/2000s male fashion. Probably a letterman jacket he stole from Greg, baggy jeans, his hair all over, converse. Stuff to steal yo girl in.

Meredith: Preppy/2000s girl fashion. You KNOW this girl loves Pink and that pink Juicy Couture track set or whatever. Leopard print, cheetah print, gems on her low waisted jeans, chunky sandals.

Joss: Grunge/casual/dark academia. He radiates dusty, baggy blue jeans, grey shirt, and his iconic converse. His hair fluffy.

Snow: I always saw her as a trad/romance goth. She teases her hair, paints her face, etc and absolutely slays! (Also, Vlad deffo has a type. Brown hair, green eyes.)

October: To me, I saw her as cyber goth/mall goth. She radiates trapper pants energy.

Em: SCENE! SCENE! SCENE! SCENMO!

Kristof and Andrew: Trad goth.

Eddie: Dark academia/cottage core/whatever he can find at the thrift.

Sprat: Scenemo/mall goth.

Mellina: COUNTRY. SOUTHERN. (And light academia.)

Tomas: Hmm... dark academia but more Gothic. Something to plot in his office with.

THIS IS EVERYONE I CAN THINK OF! TELL ME WHO TO ADD!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi! I'm not very good at English and I don't know if you are accepting requests for oneshots or images. But could you write some Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Shapeshifter Reader? The reader and Daemon have become friends, Daemon likes the energetic personality of the reader and he likes that she can transform into animals and dragons. The reader is quite innocent in terms of love and passion, so Daemon is willing to teach her, and that helps him demonstrate the feelings that arose between the two. Something fluffy and smut, please? Thanks in advance ✨

Doves, Snakes, Dragons

Daemon Targaryen x Shapshifter!Reader

Summary: You were an oddity sold at the price of an ewer of wine and two loaves of bread. Upon the death of your buyer, you find yourself in the hands of a Targayen who, for once, is unafraid of the magic in your blood.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: GIRL RUN I WROTE ANGST IM SORRY, literally .01 fluff, 0 feminism left on my hands and knees, mentions of slavery, reader is a shapeshifter idk what to tell you bestie, infidelity, smut (crying while fucking, aggressive choking?, impregnation kink?, praise kink?, vaginal penetration, pulling out) fem!reader, typos, etc.

A/N: Ngl you had me at shapeshifter. BUT GIRL IM SO SORRY I DID THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU ASKED AND refuse TO FIX IT ASHFL:AHS:ASFHASL:F ITS NOT FLUFF ITS ANGST IM SO SORRY And if there is any lore about shapeshifters in this universe, i am blissfully unaware of is, therefore all of u just roll with my punches 😚✌️ Also all my anons be apologizing for their english, literally when this language has silent k's 🤨 u think it deserves respect? Repeat after me: we are speaking english AMAZINGLY 😩 slay bilinguals slay Pssst i made a p2 babes "To The Heart"

It happened like this: a man saw me, thought he could take me as a whore and the man who owned me gave him a piece of his mind. My master was no match to the large attacker, and was gravely injured by him. Yet when the attacker tried to grab me, a sword sliced his neck. I was then acquainted with Daemon Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne.

When my master succumbed to his wounds, I then begged the prince to take me in, but instead of claiming me as his property, he set me free. To this day, I do not know why.

"My prince!" I called out the moment I felt his presence from outside my home. I run to the door, passing my handmaiden who followed after my heels in similar excitement.

I run out of the door and see Daemon galloping towards me on his black horse. I smile and wave at him enthusiastically. I feel my servant nudge me from behind, making my body heat up in response.

Daemon swiftly unmounts his horse and walks over to me, hand extended for me to take. The moment I take it, he pulls me close to him and places a chaste kiss on my cheek, "my favorite skin changer."

I press my lips into a smile, "I'm the only skin changer you know, my prince."

"Wouldn't you like that to be true," he teases, making me furrow my brows at him, sequentially making him laugh.

He leads me back into my home, and my servant quickly calls that she will prepare snacks for us.

"How may I be of assistance to you, my prince?" I ask in urgency as I sit on the settee beside the man who already made himself comfortable.

Daemon brushes hair behind my ear, "the usual."

I nod, "to whom must I deliver a message?"

He does not reply for a moment, his violet eyes far too busy taking in my face. I enjoy his attention, much like I enjoy his fingers that were fiddling with the ends of my hair.

He speaks in High Valyrian. He only looks again at me, measuring my reaction.

I bite my lip in thought, "did you just say I'm pretty, your grace?"

Daemon breaks into a chuckle, pulling his hand away from me to prop his arm on the cushioned backrest, "I said your beauty is being wasted."

I shake my head, just as my handmaiden arrived with a tray of snacks. She gives me a look, Daemon is the one that catches it though, then rushes out the moment she sets the things down on table before us, "if it is for my liberator, it is not a waste at all."

"Perhaps I freed you from that twisted fuck you thought to be a kind master," Daemon takes a turn to shake his head, "but you have in turn shackled me, sweet girl."

I lean into him, resting my head on his chest.

As quickly as I feel contented in his arms, I feel envy bite at me. My mind is envious of the truth of it all, that he had a wife, Lady Rhea Royce, and I was simply passing his time. I decide not to speak about it, I never do, in fear of making him draw away from me.

"House Baratheon is situated quite far from here," Daemon changes the subject as he places a hand on my back.

I pull away after hearing this, eager to learn more of his newest order, much to his disappointment.

"Are you sure you cannot change into a fish?" Daemon asks me for the nth time, making me release a half amused sigh.

"My love, I-" realizing my mistake, I freeze, breaking my gaze from him, "if- if I was able to change into a fish I would have bared my gills at you a long time ago."

Daemon's face is hard when I turn back to him.

"I can only change into birds or reptiles, same as ever," I blurt, faking the fact I was not nervous under his gaze.

"I'm simply concerned that some idiot might think to shoot you upon seeing your wings," he says, hand stroking my shoulder.

I shake my head, "I have been having trouble ruffling my feathers as of late, my prince. I think I will crawl into his house instead."

The prince straightens up upon hearing that, brows shooting up with him, "you will walk all the way there?"

I chuckle at his concerned look, "no less tiring than flying, I assure you," I return a smile to contrast his worried wrinkles, "but no. I will ride on Buttercup and decide how I'll leave your message when I am close enough."

Knowing my shifting preferences, he leans back, "don't turn into a snake."

I chuckle yet again.

"Those fuckers will not hesitate to strike you."

"My prince," I pacify, hand going to his cheek, "this is something you do not have to worry about."

"I am," he replies simply, hand grabbing my wrist.

I look at him, then look away, willing myself not to be affected by his words.

Daemon pulls me up with him when he stands. He takes me outside. We begin to roam the beachside by my house, heading wordlessly to the cave we always ended up in.

Much like all the other times, it doesn't take long before the prince has me against him, back pressed against one of the trees near the mouth of the cave.

I am hungry for his touch, starving like I always am, and it is palpable in how I tug on his clothes and dig at his skin. He however is not as eager today. He wants to take his time, savor the moment. Daemon instead forces me to slow down when he grabs my nimble hands. He wants to feel of his mouth on mine, to share the breath he is breathing.

I am defenseless against him and crumble to his desire. I moan at his soft touches, subservient to whatever he wants from me.

It is only in moments like this I am brave enough to mutter his name. I speak it like a prayer, claiming him with my voice, deluding myself he is actually mine.

"Daemon," I whine in between a moment of huffs as his hands finally roam down my skirt. I pull him closer to me and lean against the tree bark behind me.

He kneads my bare thighs once he finds them, then pushes forward, bending down so he can secure my legs around his hips. Not needing to worry about falling out of his clutch, my own hands work on undoing his breeches. He silently allows me to do so then shakes them down enough to be able to enter me.

When he does so, I roar the way I do when I am in animal form. Daemon basks in the wet heat around him and growls against my ear.

He positions me better against him, hands pressing firmly against my sides. He pushes into me, slowly, fully in and out, and the sounds that escape me are absolutely filthy to the ears.

In the same moment, the wind blows fiercely, making the trees shift and the leaves fall all over around us. My eyes that were barely open manages to behold this. This must be what heaven feels like.

I nearly break into tears when I hear what Daemon says next. He grumbles, pace not yet quickening, "my love, how I've missed to be inside you."

The words make my grip on his neck tighten, and my mouth go completely dry.

Daemon grunts at the feeling of my nails. He takes this moment to pick up the pace.

"I've missed you too," I mutter in between whimpers. Daemon heavily breaths against me as I pepper kisses all over his neck.

I begin to helplessly bawl on him, tears watering at both the pleasure he was bringing and the thoughts that were suddenly plaguing my head. My teeth lightly scratches on his skin as I confess, "I pray to the gods that you will not leave me next time you come."

He sighs, "fuck," pace suddenly slacking, grip loosening until I slip off him. My feet fall to the ground. I was looking up at Daemon when he suddenly forces me around, lifting my skirt up yet again and enters me this time with a much more brutal pace.

I grip on the tree trunk for dear life as Daemon hoists me up by hips, forcing me on my toes. My back arches to further submit to him. My nails dig into the wood when he pushes against me in the most roughly delicious of ways.

"Daemon," I beg, licking my lips, tasting the tears that moistened them.

He is silent, save for his own whines and throaty rumbles.

Whatever eagerness I had initially is nothing compared to how he takes me now. He slams into like it was his only purpose in life. My body is nothing against him, and does not know whether to tense or melt. I find myself constantly shifting somewhere in between.

I begin to clench around him in anticipation of my high. A slave to my needs, Daemon senses this and brings his fingers to my dripping core, hastily rubbing the surface, making more tears run down my pleasure contorted face.

"Come now, good girl," Daemon hisses, "come for me."

I whine, absolutely dying to obey him and follow in his bidding.

However, knowing what would come next, I look over my shoulder, mouth opening wider at the sight of Daemon's expression, "inside please."

Daemon does not hear this, so I repeat his name out quickly, quickly, quickly. He finally notices my gaze on him.

"Come inside me, Daemon," I beg with tears, "I want to have you. Fill me with y-"

His hand chokes me before I could continue. He heaves, a darkness covers his eyes, "I will not fuck a bastard in you."

I whine at the pressure. His hands do not leave me as he continues and my belly goes into a frenzy because of it.

"Daemon," I heave.

He presses a kiss on my cheek as my eyes close. Tears down to his hand on my neck.

He finally releases me once I've come undone around him. I shake violently as unholy sounds stream out of my lips. I relish in his continuous pounding, absolutely spent by his raw an relentless fucking.

It takes everything in him not to do as he was begged to. Still, Daemon prides himself in his self-control and pulls out, pumping himself with his hand, finishing on the sand beside him, imagining he was not as pathetic as he was in that moment.

I claw at the tree, trying to find my footing as my legs were still like jelly.

A moment passes and I finally manage to straighten myself up.

I turn to the ground beside me, seeing the wetness on the ground that was Daemon's seed. Suddenly, I feel ashamed by my treasonous words.

I turn around, catching Daemon tying his pants back up, "Dae-"

Daemon turns to me.

"My prince," I correct myself, "I-"

"Bring this to Lord Baratheon at once," Daemon cuts me off, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket the moment he was done sorting himself out.

I gulp the lump on my throat. I bite my lower lip tightly in an attempt to hold back tears.

Daemon steps over to me, grabbing my hand, placing his letter in it. His jaw clenches as he watches tears gush from my eyes. He does not make any attempts to soothe me.

I nod at him, knowing whatever comes out of my mouth would only be sounds that betray me.

You deserve better than me, Daemon wants to say. His pride will not allow it though, especially not his selfishness. He instead pulls away in such a manner that his hands brush all the way down to my finger tips. When he walks away, he tells himself not to look back. His self-control fails him in that moment.

I crumble to the floor, crying into the piece of paper in my hands.

Daemon clenches his fists tightly as he draws his gaze away.

[star2fishmeg]

Hi queen🫶🤭, great idea right here. How about, fluffy cute strip tease with Kenzo. Like, he’s down and all tense n’stuff, and his s/o(us, obviiiii✨✨) wants to cheer him up. But Kenzo isn’t one that talks about his problems and whatnot, so she asks him to come upstairs(she went upstairs while giving him the impression she’s changing out of her clothes, perhaps it’s snowing? Cold theme?) and is already slowly taking her clothes off. She tells him to sit on the bed and whatever, and… you do whatever else with that idea. But like, heavy boob worship. Perhaps a matching, cute, set for the reader?

Slay, Queen. You got this. ✨✨🫶🫶🤭🤭

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ

[1.4k] Pairing | Shida ‘Shidaken’ Kenzo x afab!reader Summary| y/n knows that she can always make kenzo feel better, and he’s always such a good boy about it Warnings | 18+ smut, no actual sex tho, strip tease, swearing, sub!kenzo, dom!reader, lil bit of boob worship Authors Note | thank you <3 i changed it a lil bit, i hope thats okay!! not my best work but i hope you enjoy, lo and behold, another smut written in the presence of my family

Shidaken was harshly yanked from his silent brooding by a sweatshirt hitting him square in the face, followed by the familiar enchantment of his girlfriend’s giggle. Pulling the jumper off his head, his jaw slacked upon y/n standing across the room from him, hair tousled and arms still in the position she threw the item of clothing at him like she was throwing a basketball.

“The fuck was that for?” he grumbled, tossing it aside and slumping back into the sofa, arms folded over his chest. Thirty minutes she’d tried to get him to speak, the last thing she needed on a bitterly cold day was to return to a miserable boyfriend who refused to talk about what upset him. It’s not like he was ignoring her, he heard her voice try to soothe his mood, but his mind spoke at extraordinary volumes. Until now, when she moved to stand in front of the TV, hands on hips and putting her weight onto one.

“For sulking. The problem’s not gonna disappear if you just sit there.” He hated how right she was, all the time.  Feeling the sofa dip beside him, his body fell into autopilot, arms unfolding, one moving the rest on the back of the sofa so y/n could comfortably curl up into his side, as she did then and there. His chest bloomed into a warmth, breathing becoming easier and the tension in his softened, his eyebrows unknitting and relief washing over his muscles. “What’s bothering you, babe?”

He sighed, “I don’t really know. Sachio’s outta town again and running the guys has been harder than usual. My mum’s been on my back about getting a part-time job, Christmas is approaching, and I hate how I always come here because my mum’s so invasive.”

Her lips formed a soft smile, she’d finally cracked him. She ran her hand flat over his chest, slow and sensual, feeling every dip of his pectorals and abs that lived under his t-shirt as he spoke, relishing in the way his body sank further into the cushions the more she soothed him. Kenzo’s voice faltered when her hand ventured under his shirt, her cold fingertips jolting sparks over his skin and the tingles he loved through his body and straight to his core. He gulped the further her hand trailed ghost-like touches up to his chest, tracing patterns as he sheepishly turned his head to look at y/n. All his eyes were met with were her lust-glazed, fiery and falsely innocent pupils, blown out and watching him like a cat on its prey.

“Mhm, well you’re always welcome here, my parents are rarely around. The rest sounds stressful,” she purred, “want me to help relieve it?”

He nodded, throat suddenly falling dry and chest tightening with all the filthy thoughts that flooded his imagination: on her knees with her lips dripping in his cum; underneath him clawing at his back; on top of him and bouncing on his cock as if she owned it; against the door screaming his name; against the wall; bare body pressed into the window; the possibilities were endless. All his fantasies springing to life at once and choking him dumb.

“Princess, if you’re gonna suck me off, I beg you to speed it up.” He rasped, her hand reappearing from under his shirt, gripping his jaw between her fingers and thumb. His lips yearned to feel hers, he’d never felt so desperate to kiss anyone in his life let alone lap his tongue up against hers, their faces so close but instead, she smiled coyly, pushing him away. With the air pushed from his lungs, Kenzo palmed his aching cock, just about to protest her actions furiously until she stood between his legs, parting them further open.

“And where’s the fun in that? You ignored me for thirty minutes, you can take a little punishment, don’t you think?” she pouted, her tone condescending but still making his cock twitch helplessly, “So, are you gonna be a good boy f’me?”

He gulped, “Yes, princess. M’gonna be a good boy.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Kenzo’s heart pulsed in his ears, his chest rising and falling as y/n unbuttoned her jeans slowly, purposely to pull him under her spell and watch him writhe into the sofa. Wiggling them down her legs, pooling at her ankles, she kicked them aside, socks following. She twirled teasingly, ensuring he got a clear view of the ass he loved to grope and squeeze, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties – the lacy black set he loved so much – pulling it away and letting it snap against her skin, then alluding to slipping the underwear down her legs only to pull them back up before Kenzo could take any pleasure from the view.

“Fuck, baby, please do something.” He whined, hands slipping to his sides as his eyes followed her body onto his lap, straddling him, chest to his face. Like a magnet, his hands gripped her hips, running up and down her thighs and curve of her back like he’d never felt her flesh before.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she tutted, removing his hands and pinning them to his sides, “I never said you could touch. I thought you were a good boy?”

“I am,” whatever thoughts plagued him previously didn’t matter anymore, he wasn’t allowed to touch and that was his new problem, “I am, all f’you.”

Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her top, feeling his eyes bore into her movements and his cock solid against her inner thigh. Fabric tickled over her torso, catching on her tits but eventually, the item of clothing slipped off her, tossed somewhere across the room. She puffed her chest out, running her hands over the matching bra and toying with the straps, watching his cheeks flush and tongue dart between his lips, wetting them as if he were to mark her up beautifully.

She gripped the back of his neck, fingers sliding through the hair on his nape and pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue instantly invading his mouth with a groan emitting from his throat. She lapped and controlled his tongue's movements, finally allowing his hands to roam her body, pulling her into his chest, guiding her hips to roll over his cock while saliva gathered on their lips and transferred between hot mouths.

As much as he felt like ascending to the heavens, he pulled away for a breath, one hand carding through her roots and tilting her head back. Y/n gasped at his teeth nipping and sucking down the column of her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her chest. Languid kisses left pink blossoms in their wake, over the tissue of her tits that lay exposed from the lacy cup that hiked her chest up to create the perfect amount of cleavage for him to nuzzle his face into.

“So perfect,” he groaned, “so soft, and comfy,” his husky voice muffled but clear enough to reverberate through her ears, “always know how to make me feel better.”

Y/n pushed his head further into her chest, the electrifying sensation of his lips against her skin soaking through to her panties, a small wet patch staining his sweatpants. Not that he cared, his cock was straining painfully, even more so with the way she stroked her pussy over it, refusing it access to her walls, depriving it of its tight embrace in his time of need. Kenzo’s hands palmed and groped her ass, rutting her hips over his crotch in carnal desire for relief.

“That’s it, good boy,” she stroked his hair, “use me, Ken, use my body. Cum in those boxers of yours, I’ll clean you up.”

“Such a fuckin’ minx.” He buried his face, hands snaking up her body and played with her tits, squeezing them while her mewls played like music in his ears, his stomach flushing hot and impossible to keep under control anymore. Did he want to cum in his pants like a teenage boy? No. But was he desperately horny with his face shoved between his girlfriend’s breasts? Yes. With her cunt grinding against his dick, hands stroking his hair and praises gracing his thoughts, the knot inside him snapped, leaking warm ropes in his boxers, absorbed by the fabric of his sweatpants and blowing his cover. His body fell limp, taking her with him and hugging her close, nose in the crook over her neck and panting heavily.

“Thank you, princess. I love you s’much.”

With a giggle, she placed a chaste kiss on his temple, and cradled him, catching her breath, their heartbeats falling into a synchronised rhythm.

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[teddynivvy]

umm loving neighbor!ted your mind is amazing

ted watching you come back after a bad date and comforting you 👀

- 🐸

SLAY 🐸 anon!! (gn but reader is wearing a dress and makeup)

ted who hears your keys jingle outside his door, and opens his own to see you just unlocking your apartment

he takes in your outfit - a black dress, heels, hair and makeup done. he’s pretty used to seeing you in normal clothes or pajamas, so he’s a bit taken back

“you look nice,” he comments, making you jump a little because you didn’t hear him open his door

“you scared me,” you laugh, and ted can see you look a little sad and deflated

“are you ok?” and the genuine concern in his voice is comforting

“oh yeah,” you laugh. “just had a horrible date, that’s all.”

he frowns, looking off to the side, and sighing. “that sucks, dating in this city is awful. one time a girl asked me if i could promote her on instagram before we even ordered drinks.”

you laughed, watery, but comforted nonetheless. “that sounds pretty awful.”

he laughs at the memory, shaking his head. “sorry to hear you had a bad night though. there’s a lot of good people out there, i’m sure you’ll find the right person.”

his heart constricts at the idea, hearing you come home laughing with someone, playfully pushing into your apartment. he wishes it could be him, and wonders what you might think of that

you smile at the thought of finding someone, but looking across the hall and seeing ted, in his comfy clothes and fluffy hair and warm smile, you wish you could just pull him in with you and fall asleep in his arms

“thanks, ted.” you smile, stepping back into your apartment. “goodnight.”

he nods to you, a small wave, before disappearing behind his door. “goodnight.”

[colesluvr]

HI!!

I would like to request a Jay x male! reader where the reader is a singer and likes to write little love songs about Jay but he would never know the songs are about him,,

then one day the reader releases a new album and it's called "Your Blue Eyes." and then the reader just uses some more hints abt Jay like his brunette hair, something abt lightning, his freckles, EVERYTHING.

after he listened to the album, Jay is like, wait a minute. HE LIKES ME?????

Your Blue Eyes | Jay Walker X Male Reader

Your eyes scanned the arcade you left your sibling at for about 3 hours. Some sibling you are, how can I leave them there? You spoke to yourself mentally as you searched it up and down.

You had your hood over your head to make yourself less...open. Last thing you need to worry about is having a crowd sworm around you and you lose your chances on finding your little sibling.

Mother/Father's gonna kick my aaaasss. You panicked as you asked people of they have seen a little kid and described what they wore. You spoke in a different voice so you don't risk on getting attention. You already had sunglasses and your hood up, but people have sharp eyesight. You learned that the hard way.

It was hard being a famous singer at 16 years old.

You could never show people the real you.

Which is why you rarely made friends. You made a couple, but not much. You still loved them with all your heart. You never wanted to draw much attention to yourself anyways.

"S/N! S/N, I'm serious, where are you!?" You called out for the 23rd time, you lost count to be honest, but it feels like you've been searching for hours.

"And my older brother, Y/N L/N, is one of the bestest brothers I could ask for! He is a famous singer and better then whatever you all will be when your older like him!"

You heard your name and you looked to the source of it to find your little sibling surrounded by kids a year older then them. Ah, S/N! You cursed under your breath as you rush over to them.

"Ooh! Look, there he is! Y/N!" Your sibling jumped down from a chair they were sitting at and ran toward you. "Y/N! Tell these meanies that you're an amazing singer, and your songs are SLAY-" You gently slammed your hand over their mouth and grabbed them, attempting to run away.

"S/N! What did I tell you about telling strangers about my job? We don't need to start-AH!" Two screams screamed over each other. One was yours and one was...another male?

As you hit the floor with your sibling safe, you quickly tried to stand. "Im so sorry, I wasn't looking!" You help the boy with the brown locks back up to his feet. You both made eye contact and your eyes sparkled.

The boy that stood in front of you was the most handsome boy you've laid eyes upon. His hair was fluffy, his frecles were goergous, and his eyes.

They were the most beautiful.

They were a bright, electric blue, and the shined bright under the arcade lights.

"Omg, You're..." He started, "You're Y/N! Omg, I was just listening ti your music!" He fanboyed all over.

You were flicked out of your trance by your sibling, smirking up at you.

"Uh, Y-Yeah. I'm-I'm gald you enjoy i-IT." Your cheeks turned a shade of pink as you spoke to the boy. "It's amazing, dude! Uh- can-can I call you dude? I know you don't know me-"

"I'm sorry, I gotta run, uh, nice talkin'! I'll catch you later!"

Before he could respond, you ran past him and out the door with your little sibling right behind getting dragged.

Jay watched as you left.

His palms were sweaty.

He felt his cheeks get hot and his heart pound against his chest as a goofy smile formed on his face.

"Jay?" Nya called out to her friend for the third time. He yelps as he jumps and chuckled nervously.

"Hu-What?"

"Are you okay?" Nya asked, scrunching her nose as Jay nods.

"Hmmhm! Never been better....can we go now?" He whispered, poking his index fingers together.

Nya nods and the both of them leave.

-

Weeks went by.

Your mind has been racing.

Our thoughts were nothing but Jay. Jay this, Jay that. It's almost like he's taken over your mind and refuses to get out.

Later that night, you were in your room sitting at your desk. You tapped your pencil on the wood of your desk, tapping your foot to the beat as you stared at an empty piece of paper.

Staring at the sheet you've pictured Jay in your head.

His blue eyes were as bright as the ocean sea.

His brown curls were styled beautifuly.

His freckles. Oh you could talk about the all day.

Thats it.

Holy moly, that's fricking it!

-

Jay and Cole were gaming together in the Monestary. Jay was currently beating Cole in this game, causing him to get cocky.

"Jay! What the heck!" Cole yelled, seeing his character die to Jay's character. Jay giggled triumply smirking at his best friend. "Suck it, Master of Earth!"

Cole rolled his eyes and gently tossed the controller to the ground, leaving the room and to the kitchen. He left Jay alone, but a couple minutes later Kai ran in almsot knocking into the wall.

"JAYJAYJAY!"

"KAI?" Jay screamed back as Kai grabbed the remote from the Lighting Ninja's hand and handed him a phone. "Wha-?" Before he could reply, Kai threw on headphones over Jay's head and unlocked his phone.

"One, how did you get my phone? Two, how do you know my password-?"

"SHSHS! Just listen to Y/N L/N's new album. This is his first ever song for that album."

And with that, the song began to play. Jay stayed quiet and listen to the beat and the melody.

~

Verse One:

I'm scared what you, I'll say, when I say I think about you night and day

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say When I first laid eyes on you, the moment when we met You smiled, you smiled

Chorus: Your ocean blue eyes, your brown curls, your freckles To guard you and to guide you

Is almost more than I can take

Verse Two:

I just want you close

Where you can stay forever

Chorus: Your ocean blue eyes, your brown curls, your freckles And I know you love me

For I can’t help falling in love with you

~ this was so stupid im sorry :_

Jay's eyes blinked a couple of times as the song finished. He took the words and tried to think, why do those features sound so familiar. Kai removed the headphones and waited for Jay to reply, "Well?"

"I-I like the beat." Jay shurgged, unsure what Kai wanted to hear from him. "No, you dumbass! Y/N's new song is about you! Didn't you listen?" Kai started, "The ocean blue eyes, the brown hair, the freckles!?" Kai cupped Jay's cheek to prove his point.

He let go of Jay who was stunned to speak.

"Wait..." Jay began, standing to his feet forgetting all about the game he was playing. "Are you saying Y/N L/N fricking loves me? Or like, has a crush on me?"

Kai nods his head.

AS Jay watched as Kai answered his question, his face melted into a goody grin and he began to chuckle nervously. "Y/N-" He pants, "I-me. He."

Suddenly he's laughter filled the Monestary, "WAHO!!"

Kai stared at him as he ran out of the room and down the hall, running into Zane. Jay grabbed his arms and spun him around, "Jay?!" Zane cried, almost hitting the floor as Jay lets him go and ran.

Kai shook he's head, but a small smile formed on his face immediately after.

[helloiamadrawer]

Hello my friend; I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon or story on Android 17 x Saiyan!Reader who's also Goku's daughter and who is also a black!reader? (You can make it both SFW and NSFW!!)🤗👌🏾❤️‍🔥

Android 17 x Black! Saiyan who is Goku's Daughter

a/n: Hi @lelewright1234 unfortunately I can't do nsfw ( I may do that on a later event but not this one sorry!) but I will make it fluffy and romantic for ya!

Ok it may seem stereotypical but 17 listens to Kendrick Lamar as he cruises through the park with you in his dune buggy, making sure everything is okay and the animals are safe and you ofc

You always admired his love for animals, as you had a liking towards them as well, so whenever you got the chance to patrol, he would ask if you would like to come along if you werent busy

As you are a Saiyan, you and 17 train to maintain your power (cause Goku is mostly NOT present cause he is out training with his rival friend Vegeta) or just for plain fun

and per chance sometimes you two place silly bets on whoever loses 🤭

Cause you prefer defending yourself sometimes and who knows if you end up alone and someone tries to run up on you, the usual defense methods

You asked him once if you could dread or braid his hair and he was totally cool with it as he had no idea what you were going to do but it turned out pretty cool! (Tbh, android 17 in dreads is like a new cool style he would rock it!)

showering you in kisses just out of nowhere really hehe

Your laugh almost sounds just like your father's and 17 just finds it so cute like its his magnum opus of happiness

Sci fi movie nights

Hear me out: Arcade dates because he knows every game and would beat you at all of them (he'd let you win at least one tho and he basically won all the prizes for you such a sweetheart 🥰)

Sugar Daddy 17? 😳😳🤔 just a thought..

You tried teachimg him a bit of gen z lingo but the only word that looks good on him is 💫s l a y💫 you laughed so hard when he tried to put it in a sentence when you were cooking something one day and he goes, "Wow, that smells so slay babe." next thing he sees is you half bent over laughing and 17 is just confused "Omg, you are such a card 17! But nice try though honey, we'll have to brush up more on that."

Did i forget that Bulma once let him rent one of her super dope yachts to 17? Yk, after the TOP and stuff? Yeah he did it again for yall's second year anniversary of being together;a cruise date! complete with flowers, a nice candlelit dinner with a amazing view of the sunset descending over the sea, it was beautiful and romantic at the same time. You couldn't help but think to yourself 'How did i get so lucky?'

a/n: annd...thats about it! Hope you liked it!

[mssorceressupreme]

Hi!

Could I please request something? Let me start off by saying, I Love your work, never stop! And please, prioritise your assignments...

But could I request a Minho X Maze C!reader?

The reader meets the gladers with her friends at the beginning of the Scorch Trials, and they are also friends with Aris, since they've been at the way station for a while, and they all plan on breaking out together.

Could I also request that the members of Maze C use slang similar to today? Like cook/ed, eat, slay, lock in, gyatt (unironically), smash, sus, dead ass, bet, and cap. The gladers are confused on their slang and the Maze C peeps are confused abt glader slang.

Idk this just seems so funny, and you write with so much passion and creativity, I just think you'd write this super well!

You can totally ignore this request, or change it up, I really look forward to when you post! Good luck with all your school, assignments and other commitments, please never stop writing, I speak on behalf of all your followers who genuinely love your work!

Stay safe, stay healthy and have a good day ❤️❤️❤️

SLAYYY that’s such a funny prompt I can imagine them being the most gen z gladers ever ngl, I’d love to write this for you love ❤️❤️❤️ Stay healthy and safe too, hope you’re keeping well xx 🫶🏼

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Humour Me

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: you’re a glader from Maze C, who ends up meeting gladers from Maze A with possibly the weirdest slang you’ve heard in your life.

Warnings: none :)) it’s a cute fluffy ish one

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The first time you and your crew met the Gladers was at the beginning of the chaos. The Scorch Trials loomed ahead, but you’d been at the way station long enough to recognise the signs of an inevitable breakout. Aris, your close friend from Maze B, had roped you and your squad from Maze C into the plan to escape together with these newcomers.

You watched as the doors opened, revealing a group of confused and wary boys from Maze A. They filed into the room, looking around with cautious eyes, scanning every corner, every unfamiliar face. One of the boys stood out—a tall, athletic guy with short-cropped black hair and an air of confidence. You’d heard Aris mention him in passing, always with a sense of admiration. "That one’s the runner," Aris had said. "Fast as hell. You’ll like him."

Your crew was chilling at the far end of the room, sprawled across the couches of the only lounge area in the facility, making jokes despite the tense atmosphere. Your friend Gia stretched out, yawning dramatically. “Deadass, if they don’t feed us soon, I’m gonna raid the snack bar. I’m starving.”

“Bet,” another friend, Agnes, responded with a laugh. “I’ll cook up an escape plan once I'm actually fed.”

"Oh they are feeding us well alright..." Freya drooled at the sight of the new Maze A boys.

"Smash." Violet added, "...specifically, the brunette with the blue shirt. For research purposes, I might need to approach him."

"Stop! Guys, we need to lock in! I'm not getting distracted by some newcomers." You asserted.

The Gladers, hearing your conversation, looked at each other in confusion. One of the Gladers with a British accent, leaned over and whispered something to the asian one. You couldn’t hear, but from their expressions, you guessed they had no idea what you were talking about.

Violet stood, approaching them and the others with Aris, offering a friendly smile. "So, you guys ready to break out of this place with us or what?"

You widened your eyes, 'Violet, get back here!' you thought to yourself. Scoffing, you stood up, catching up to Aris and her.

"I'm Violet, that's Y/N, Aris, Agnes and Freya. What brings you guys to the lounge? Us?" Violet chuckled.

The brunette obviously found her charming and responded, "You're pretty straightforward aren't you? Well uh, I'm Thomas. Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Winston. We honestly just came here to relax for a bit..."

"Slay, so did we." You replied.

"Honestly, this place is kinda sus so we're thinking of escaping as soon as we can, we've gyatt to get out of here." Violet teased, noticing that the maze A boys were rather fit, a little too fit not to notice.

Minho, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "You talk funny," he said with a hint of amusement. "We heard you guys earlier. What’s 'smash' supposed to mean? You guys trying to attack us or somethin'?"

You blinked, momentarily confused. "It means...uh, they're fond of you guys?"

He shook his head, clearly baffled. "You’ve got some weird lingo."

Aris chuckled beside you. "Yeah, and you guys don’t? ‘Shuckface’? What even is that?" Aris mentioned a few terms he heard the gladers using previously.

Minho’s lips twitched, holding back a laugh. "You wouldn’t get it, greenie."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, finding his teasing kind of charming. "Oh, bet. You think I wouldn’t get it, huh? And what’s ‘greenie’ supposed to mean?"

"It means newbie," Newt piped in from beside Minho. "Someone new to the Glade. First day, all that."

"Sounds odd," you joked, crossing your arms. "Anyway we've got to lock in and find a way out soon."

At that, Minho squinted at you, clearly trying to figure out your slang. "Lock in? You’re making even less sense now."

You laughed, genuinely entertained by the language barrier. "It just means we've got to focus, dude. Gonna use it. Anyway, we’re planning to break out of this place together, right?"

Aris nodded, leaning against the wall. "We’ve been here long enough to know it’s not safe here. They’re hiding something. We need to get out, head for the Scorch."

Minho looked you over for a second, clearly still processing your slang but understanding the urgency. He glanced at Thomas, Newt, and Frypan before locking eyes with you again. "Alright, let’s do it."

"Wait, so you'll form an alliance with us?" Freya beamed, "Slay."

Winston furrowed his brows, "Haven't had to "slay" anything since the glade. You guys need somethings sliced up?"

Agnes chortled, "Man you guys are funny as hell."

"Dude, you guys are the ones just spewing klunk at this point." Frypan laughed.

"Are you hearing yourself?" Agnes retorted.

"Alright shank, at least we'll be the ones breaking you out of this place." Fry continued.

"That's cap. Agnes has already cooked up an escape plan." You defended your gladers.

"Cooked? Where? You know...I was the head chef back in my glade." Fry grinned clearly proud of himself, "Let me know if you need assistance girl."

"Of course, I'll need someone to wash the dishes after I'm done cooking." Agnes was sarcastic, with playful tone.

"She kinda ate with that one." Freya was amused.

"Okay we're all cooked if we don't make a move now. Can we actually get to the planning?" You brought everyone back on track.

"Just don’t use any more of your weird phrases around me greenie." Minho warned, attempting to tease you.

You smirked. "No promises."

[larz-barz]

In her time of need

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Warning(s)/info: Break down, crying, comfort, Hikaru is @risingscorchingsuns’ oc, best bro Karu, pre-hashira Milo

Tagging: @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @nimmie-nugget @kimetsu-chan @slayfics @night-mince101 @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph

and @risingscorchingsuns, @knyinfinity, and @ackie-slays cause karu >:3

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Hikaru can’t help but notice the lack of presence of his adoptive little sister, Milo.

He knows she doesn’t exactly… have the best home life… so he carefully goes to her house and sneaks to her bedroom window then softly taps on it.

Milo flinches when she hears the sound and looks around the dark room frantically then she relaxes when she sees her concerned older brother figure at the window.

She slowly and shakily stands up and goes to the window then opens it quietly, helping Hikaru inside her practically empty room.

Hikaru stares down at the young yokai, trying to gauge if she’s okay or not. “I’m here now, Milo… You can let it out now…” He murmurs and hugs Milo close when he notices her holding back tears.

Milo starts slightly trembling as she slowly hugs Hikaru back, wrapping her tiny arms around him as tightly as she can.

“Shh… I know… I know it’s hard… but I am so proud of you… You are so strong, Milo… So much stronger than you even know….” He whispers gently as he begins gently stroking Milo’s hair and comfortingly scratching behind her fluffy ears.

When Milo begins to slowly calm down, Hikaru pulls away just enough to look at the small 11 year old girl.

“Is your uncle home…?” He asks as he gently cups her cheek in one hand and wipes away the stray tears with his thumb.

She shakes her head and he smiles. “How would you like to come with me to get chicken udon? If your uncle is back before us, I’ll handle him. I promise.” He holds out his pinky to Milo and she smiles and nods, linking her pinky with his.

“Th-thank you, big brother…” She says softly as she hugs him again, making his heart melt.

Hikaru feels an overwhelming sense of pride from Milo calling him “big brother”.

Such a sweet little kitty seeing him in such a high regard makes him so happy.

He smiles and happy tears prick his eyes as he hugs her back. “Of course, little sis…”

After a moment he pulls away with a cheeky grin then turns around, kneeling down so Milo could, more easily, get on his back. “Here, get on my back!”

Milo nods with an excited smile as she gets on his back then once she gets situated Hikaru stands up and adjusts her before climbing out the window and closing it then leaving her uncle’s mansion-like house.

Hikaru smiles brightly when he begins running and the sound of Milo’s happy laughter fills his ears.

Oh, how he wishes he could give Milo the childhood she deserves.

She doesn’t deserve the one that she’s been given.

Not one bit.

However, at least now, Hikaru can make her happy, like any child deserves to be.

Now he can be here for her in her time of need.

~the end~

hehe i hope all y’all like this!!:D this idea just randomly popped into my head so i had to do it, i love writing for these two!!🥹💕💕 (also idk if i’ve ever talked about this, but for the majority of milo’s life, she basically never talked so that’s part of why she has a bit of a stutter (esp when she’s nervous))